the hard stubble on my
cheeks
and chin.
no different from my father's
when he came home
late at night,
smelling of old spice
and gin.
even at this late hour
he had to come
into the bedroom
and tuck us
in.
midnight made no difference
to us.
but it did to my mother,
who put
him on the couch,
the dinner gone cold
in the oven.
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